Pout Aesthetics Novels & Stories

The young and wealthy of Estreau went to elaborate lengths in their pursuit of beauty, with towering, powdered wigs, skirts so wide they had to turn sideways to enter, and an array of cosmetics. Harithen’s face had been painted white with a finger’s width of natural skin around the hairline and jaw to make the paint look even more masklike. His lips were painted in a pinched heart shape over the cupid’s bow, and his high cheekbones had been accentuated with a harsh line of blush below. His eyes were lined with black, curling off in elaborate design at the corners, and the lids touched with a shimmering glitter. Little gemstones had been glued to the points of his cheekbones.

She quickly turned off the slimming and eye-enlarging features, settling for a light skin-smoothing effect. Both Chris and Paige had good skin, but no matter how good it was, they couldn't claim it was better than how their skin looked with the beauty mode. Chris looked at the preview and was relatively satisfied. Paige held the phone, trying to find a suitable pose. Although she wasn't fond of taking pictures, she still knew some classic poses, being a somewhat fashionable girl. She thought of some typical poses like pouting and sticking out the tongue or making a peace sign. It was something she could easily come up with.

— Okay, Rúbia I’m confirmed at her Happy Hour. Isabel, Lucia, Paloma, Rúbia, Laura, Raquel, Alba and me. These were the women who caught the bar people’s attention with their laughter and sharp tongues. To be honest, I don’t remember when was the last time I went out with several women to chat and drink for nothing, and I’m feeling great about it. Observing these girls I notice that they are very similar physically, almost as if they had been made in the same way: fleshy lips achieved through the aesthetic procedure, harmonized roso, silicone breasts, and with remodeling lipo. What changed was her hair. Isabel was blonde too but had short hair that made sure to leave with waves. Paloma alrea

"Let's get this skin prepped and primed, shall we? We want that base looking flawless under the ballroom lights tonight." For the next hour, I forced myself entirely into the rhythmic, mechanical zone of my craft. I mapped her bone structure, cleansing her skin, applying a rich hyaluronic serum, and letting the airbrush stylus glide across her complexion. I loved this part of the job—the way raw color could transform, enhance, and balance a face. I worked seamlessly, painting her features, blending the transition lines with micro-strokes of a natural hair brush, completely losing myself in the artistic flow. "The structural integrity of your contour placement is inefficient," Peter’s voice s

I wanted to make her pant my name like she had in the hotel room in Vegas. I traced the line of her jaw. “Tell me,” I repeated. She swallowed visibly, especially when I caressed the shell of her ear. “Um, well, it’s called contouring. You use shadows and highlights to accentuate your features.” I touched the bridge of her nose. “You have some here.” I skipped my fingers up to her temples. “Also here.” “It’s kind of like painting.” “Or editing a photo.” She let out a small laugh. “Pretty much the same principles, yeah.”

She asked me. "Yup", I feel like I want to do something too. We finished up our manicures and pedicures and then went to one of the best salons. She had flowing black hair which she traded for a pixie cut, that resembled Tokyo from Money Heist in season 3, and then dyed it platinum blonde. She looked really good.

[Poulenc had opened online stores within a few days. It has become the best-selling skincare range in Burlington!] [The Poulenc official page also declares, ‘If our products are not as effective as the international brands, Poulenc staff members will eat every skincare released under the brand and livestream it.’] [The owner of Poulenc also declared that the first one hundred thousand products sold will only be half of its initial price! The skincare takes up to twenty-eight days to be fully effective. If the effects are not as promoted, they will repay ten times the price!]

“Like usual you make it sound like I’m walking a runway.” “Darling, life is a runway, so you've got to walk that walk, slay that slay and Kill with the look,” Pierre declared dramatically, pulling her toward the vanity. “Now, eat, have that breakfast and let's start." Reluctantly, few minutes later Calla sat Infront of the mirror, Pierre wasted no time. He curled her hair in soft waves, giving it volume that screamed authority. He outlined her lips in a bold red, shaped her brows sharp enough to cut glass, and kept her eyes smoldering but not overwhelming. The look was both daring and commanding, exactly as he promised.